Here we go again

My buddy introduced me to this chick he banged months ago. Think she has a boyfriend now. The woman does not shut up, thinks she is God's gift to earth (her tits were), but thick as a brick in the head, and thick as a log otherwise.

This info is necessary to show I had no good vibe towards this motormouthed forestlog.

Then I was introduced to her friends and the friend's boyfriend. Woman same as above. Repelling attitude. I liked the boyfriend though. Decent man.

Later that night, I am standing somewhere in the bar, enjoying the monkeys dancing. The second girl, who was sitting on some couch behind me with the motormouthed forestlog stood up to come to me and asked me if I could sit down.

"Could you sit down?"

"I like standing, and then there is no place on that couch anyway", keeping courteous just due to my buddy,

"Come sit down, we go dance"

"So I am to sit down, so you ladies can go to dance?" Boyfriend(s?) not in sight, my buddy not in sight...

"Yes, we want to dance"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Take your bags with you. I like to stand"

"You are not a good person"

"Maybe am, maybe not", and turned my attention back to the environment.

While I was enjoying the thoughts about the event that happened five minutes ago, I see my buddy talking to the girls, the girl fully animated, telling him something.

He comes to me, smiling, and I say,

"They told you that your friend is an asshole, eh"

"Exactly in those words, mate"

Bullseye.

Strong, independent, and annoying

You strong women, running around independent.

You know, in your obsession with strength and independence, you can be irritating fun spoilers.

Curly hair, blonde and almost my height, my friends think she's big, I think, "right size".

One night where I was drinking whiskey like there's no tomorrow, I spot her in the bar, The curly hair shining like the sun in the cold winter days, on the -15 days. Cannot miss it. Especially since I am the only one who can handle that one. Demanding on intelligence and assholery, that one is.

Drunk, I need to recycle my liquids, she's on the way,

"Yooo.. Whazzup blondie" and proceed to the loo.

Come back from the loo, and grab her from the waist, to which she smiles inquisitively,

"You'll now drink with me"

And we go to the bar. I order my whiskey, and order her a whiskey. Need to change the order as she does not drink whiskey. When I turn to face her, anticipating my smokey drink to arrive, I see her pull out a 200 euro piece.

"Hey, what the f"#¤ is that?"

"I'll pay my drink"

"If I wanted you to pay your drink, I'd have said, buy me a drink"

l pay my drink"

"I dont pay women for their time, I invited you to a drink. Means this one is on me. Do not insult me by thinking I'll expect sex cause I got you a frigging drink. Now. You'll put that money away."

We got our drinks, I enjoyed my whiskey.

An hour or so later, I get a bourbon handed to me by this girl, who came from behind, out of nowhere, and left after handing me the Jack.

Strong, independent and fucking annoying.

Respect Nokia, you dipsh.ts

Edit: This was written last november.

I was sitting in the cafe with my brother, who lives in another country.

One of the rare occasions when we can meet, talk, bond and be brothers again.

Chatting about this about that, fighting in between about different worldviews, this dude comes to the table beside us.

Looking like the typical pot smoking hippy, rasta hair, striped wool jacket which very likley had a Bob Marley t-shirt underneath and khaki pants.

Before I continue, what is the bloody obsession of these people with Bob? As if he is a God or something, As if smoking pot is the pinnacle of life?

Hey dipshits, Jamaica is not Finland.

In Jamaica if I take a dump in the forest, next year I can eat mangos from the tree that was born of my excrement.

In Finland, if I take a dump in the forest, next year it will be defrosting, if I am lucky.

So Bob can afford to enjoy the sun 23 hours a day, spending one hour dumping and collecting the fruits of his hard labor.

Back to the story,

So this guy starts talking to us, I tell him nicely,

"Yo, my brother is here. I do not see him too often, and I do want to talk only to him"

The guy goes apeshit.

"Vitun Nokialaiset insinöörit" yadayadayada..

(Fucking Nokia engineers)

Hey dipshit (referring from above), if the engineers of Nokia, and also Metso were not doing what they were doing, and doing it well, how would the state be supporting your sorry ass?

These fucking engineers, as you call them, are the ones who create the most value in this harsh environment, and the taxing system fucks them out of their livelyhood, so that ungrateful shits like you can walk around in their hippy living on welfare lifestyle and curse the hand which feeds your mouth.

The same goes for the women who think that the Nokia engineers are a lower level of lifeform, until their baby rabies kicks in, that is.

One week strike of the major value producers and servicemen is needed to bitch slap some of the entitled fucks to their place. If they are still alive, not having drowned or frozen under a pile of garbage in a winter with no electricity..

Btw, I am no Nokia engineer.

Edit in may: More to come about the hippies, lefties and so on.

Take me to the gay bar

Seriously have no idea if I ever wrote about my experiences in gay bars, this is not about me.

What would you call a guy who walks full speed into his own reflection in the mirror, in a gay bar?

“eyes wide shut”???

“overloaded gaydar”???

“horn-eye”???

“self-love”???

Especially if this is a friend whose main night-out activity was accusuing me of being an a'hole...

What you do is, you smile, and give three taps to his back.

For once I felt sympathy

Not too often I feel sympathy for the behavior of women I see around me.

There is always an exception.

I was in a bar where women of all ages were having their fun.

I noticed that in a bar environment, which basically focuses on alcohol and sex – directly or indirectly- the older women were invisible. Even in a venue servicing mainly older people...

Allright, the older guys were also pretty much invisible, but men are used to being invisible. No one asks them out on a date, no one invites men to dinner, etc.. Except for some small number of studs getting showered with attention like standing under the Niagara Falls. Exceptions prove the rule. So for these guys it was like this Polish song: “Only the wine bottle understands me, is my friend”

But for women, for them it was not like this. The difference in attention between their 20s, even 30s to their 40s must be devastating.

Just ten years ago it was “Can I please please please have the honor of buying you a drink?”; today it is “...”

I had sympathy.

Not for long, but I still had it.

A few seconds later, watching some younger woman's behavior killed that sympathy.

Karma is a bitch.

The stop signs

How do you know not to ever go to that bar again?

Is it when this apparently alcoholic 20 year old blonde customer starts dancing with the pole by the dancefloor?

Is it when she takes off her shirt to reveal young boobs, and a beer belly bigger than those twins?

Is it when she takes off her pants to reveal a perky butt in black lingerie, the beer belly competing with that, too,

Or,

Is it when her weight loss challenged – meaning around 30-40 kilos overweight – friend decides to join the blondie?

Is it when this friend takes off her shirt and reveals a figure like a snowman with boobs, with the gigantic boobs resting happily on a even more gigantic belly?

It is.

I thank the forces of nature that she did not decide to take off her pants. That would be being forced into gayhood.

"Nights I want to forget" is the name of the book for these nights.

Overcompensating or not?

Was walking in downtown after having an excellent coconut curry chicken in some cheap chinese hole for 12 euros (talk about high living standards costs , when I neared this newly opened bar, called "1".

There was this Hummer parked in front of it, some cute chicks, fully dressed to the teeth, made up to compete with runway models exited the car.

The driver was this bald guy, definitively a powerlifter, effing huge dude.

I was passing the big car with the big guy inside it when I noticed movement on the window.

And there it was, the tiniy tiny rat breed of a dog, an insult to the vicious friends of humans, looking at me with its effing stupid eyes.

I wondered if the car or the dog was the message.

Talk about contradiction when you see a powerlifter in a Hummer, driving around his majesty :



F"#¤!